a pivot

not an end, just a re-imagining

24 North Street has reached its end.

Another rent check bounced.

I’ve poured everything I’ve got into the space. Money, energy, I’m out of it.

There’s a real fear of burnout, candles melting from each end til I disintegrate into ash. I don’t want that to happen. But all that I’m putting into this space, for the return I’m getting, isn’t quite worth it.

I wa…